I find that to be a baseless bit of fiction. So I decided to disabuse people of that false notion once and for all with a pictorial picture of much of the state.
So when I landed in Omaha, I broke my camera out of the bag and took a picture of the land on the way from Omaha to Lincoln.
|Between Omaha and Lincoln|
|The park within Lincoln City limits|
Now, the cynic might say, "Yes, but that is the difference between a park in a city and the highway."
True. But Monday we drove back to Omaha to go to the zoo to hang out with one of my sisters (who lives in Iowa) and her daughter. So I took a picture of the OTHER side of the highway.
|From Lincoln to Omaha; the other side of the road|
A couple days later we headed out from the relatively high-denisty population of Omah and Lincoln to go to tiny little Red Cloud. This should give us a fine opportunity to see a lot of variety in the Nebraska wilderness. So lets look at some of the land and I think you will soon agree with me that Nebraska is a beautiful state that has nothing in common with the old Western trope.
First we passed a little town called Troy and I took a picture before we got there.
|On the road to Troy. No, not that Troy...no horses or scantily clad guys with spears and swords here.|
|Hastening past Hastings|
|The hill is blue but the diverse scenery keeps people otherwise...as in not blue.|
|Blue Hill, Red Cloud...I scoff at anyone who cannot see the difference in scenery. The colors are clearly different.|
PS: If any Nebraskan is feeling insulted by this tongue in cheek post, I apologize. It is supposed to be funny. Have some ice cream.